Anecdotes with facial paralyzed subordinates

"Don't move." Wen Tiandong whispered in Zhao Xuehan's ear.At the same time, he lightly tapped twice on his shoulder.

Before Zhao Xuehan realized why Wen Tiandong appeared here, he felt his body float up into a painting on the wall.When he came back to his senses, there was an ink-colored freehand landscape in front of his eyes, and a simple little figure outlining the shape with a few strokes looked at him worriedly.

"Dong...Brother Dong?" Zhao Xuehan asked in a low voice, and at the same time raised his hand to look.His hands also turned into a few monotonous ink lines.

The villain waved his hand. "Don't talk, don't move." He whispered, raised his head in one direction, and then kept a fixed position for an instant.

Zhao Xuehan looked in the direction he indicated, there was a small window-like thing, and he could see the whole picture of the lobby.

Am I transformed into a painting by Wen Tiandong?As soon as Zhao Xuehan had this thought, he saw the door of the lobby open and two men walked in.

One is naturally the head of Feng, and the other Zhao Xuehan also knows.He met this person twice in the small town of Qingling Valley, and he knew that this person seemed to be surnamed Qiao.When they met for the last time, he took a few fellow monks and tied Zhenren Lu with ropes and left.

Zhao Xuehan looked back at Wen Tiandong. Wen Tiandong's eyes and nose were all small dots on his ink-made face, and no expression could be seen.He quietly stretched out his hand and pinched Zhao Xuehan, signaling him not to move.

The monk surnamed Qiao entered the room and turned on the lamp with ease, as if he was in his own home.

"Is there something wrong with you living in Zhuo Mansion for so long?" It was the voice of Head Feng.

"It's nothing to do with it." Brother Qiao smiled, "I'm Fang Ling's cousin. I haven't seen her for a long time, so I just took this opportunity to catch up. Fang Ling doesn't care."

Zhao Xuehan heard a light knocking sound coming from the monk.Master Feng smiled and said, "Since when did you like to knock on the wrench like Master?"

"I have been in the habit of staying close to Master." Brother Qiao said, "Don't you know the master?"

Master Feng smiled and shook his head slightly, he was silent for a while. "It seems that Master has a very good relationship with the Zhuo family." He raised his head and looked around by the candlelight, "When Master was there, I went down the mountain with Master, and I was received by the Zhuo family several times."

His gaze swept across the paintings on the wall, and stopped at where Zhao Xuehan was.Zhao Xuehan only heard his heart beating violently.I am afraid that he will jump out of his small body composed of several lines in a while.

Fortunately, head Feng didn't seem to hear his heartbeat, he looked at it for a while, then looked away.

"Master himself grew up here, so he doesn't have a good relationship with anyone in this city." The monk surnamed Qiao smiled slightly and said.

Master Feng also smiled and shook his head. "This courtyard of the Zhuo family has not changed for so many years," he said, looking at the genealogy tree hanging on the wall, "even Miss Zhuo is the same. The last time I saw her was decades ago. "

Brother Qiao shook his head and said, "Although Fang Ling's aptitude is ordinary, she has been cultivating all the time. She is more or less a casual cultivator. Her appearance has not changed much, but it is considered normal."

"Really?" Headmaster Feng smiled, his eyes still fixed on the family tree, "I don't know about that."

Brother Qiao stared at Head Feng, and after a while, he whispered, "What did they say about the monks surnamed Lu of the Jingming Sect?"

Zhao Xuehan's heart skipped a beat, and he pricked up his ears for fear of missing a word.

Master Feng frowned slightly. "I told the truth about the situation you said to the head of the Jingming sect Xiao. He seems to be ignorant of this matter, and he is also puzzled."

"Actually, the origin of the matter is simple. It's just that the cultivator practiced slowly, and for a while, he had evil thoughts and went astray." Brother Qiao said, "But after that, it became a little weird."

"They are upright monks. Even if they are enchanted, the dark energy on their bodies will not be so heavy that they will suddenly swallow their souls and affect you, making you unable to return to the mountain." Headmaster Feng said, "This It's really too strange, I plan to discuss this matter carefully with the other two heads after the Winter Welcome Meeting ends tomorrow."

"..." Brother Qiao was silent for a while, "Sect Leader Xiao is easy to talk to, but Sect Leader Liang... this matter has nothing to do with his sect, I'm afraid he will send us away with a few words."

Master Feng sighed lightly. "Master Liang is a good friend of Master. He is a generation older than me and Mr. Xiao, and sometimes he has a different view from us." He said, "I will try my best to convince him. If the impact of this matter expands, it will not be a matter between our two factions. gone."

Brother Joe nodded.Head Feng looked at him.

"Qiao Long," he asked softly, "how soon will you be able to return to the mountain?"

"Brother Lu's bad luck is almost gone." Brother Qiao said, "You should be able to go back with the head tomorrow."

Master Feng smiled wryly. "When there are two of us, don't call me the head of the sect." He said.

Brother Qiao Long smiled: "The master is the master, so why be polite."

Master Feng shook his head. "After the head of the Jingming School Du passed away, Master's condition began to deteriorate." He said softly, "Do you remember that 30 years ago, Master told you and me that he planned to Let the elder brother take over the position of head."

The expression on Qiao Long's face immediately sank. "This is the end of the matter, so why bother to bring it up?" He said coldly, "Could it be that we forced Wen Tiandong to do such a thing?"

Master Feng shook his head, and turned his gaze to the hanging picture on the wall: "Sometimes I think, if senior brother is here, he will definitely do a much better job than me as the master."

"Senior brother! Why do you still think so?" Qiao Long frowned and said sharply, "You are the master! Wen Tiandong can't be the master, and he will never step foot on Shi Hongshan again!"

"I know, I know." Headmaster Feng smiled wryly and sighed.The flickering candlelight cast a deep shadow on his quiet and majestic face, which seemed a little sad.

Outside the window, three or two jackdaws stood on the wall and wailed. Headmaster Feng looked through the night and frowned slightly.

"Have you sent someone to inform the Lin family's parents about Lin Jue?" He turned to Qiao Long.

"No." Qiao Long said in a low voice, "There are many doubts about this matter. If I tell them now, the Lin family may not accept it. I plan to make a thorough investigation before visiting."

Master Feng nodded: "I'm sorry to trouble you."

Zhao Xuehan was confused.Lin Jue just escaped for a few days to practice, so why is it so motivating?

He heard Headmaster Feng's voice: "Lin Jue has very good aptitude. Among the disciples I have recruited in the past few decades, he is the first one to refine the Yuanshen. It's a pity..."

"Lin Jue's natal lamp has been extinguished. Even if we want to retrieve his soul, we will have no way to recover it now." Qiao Long said.

Zhao Xuehan's heart sank, he couldn't help leaning his body towards the window, trying to hear more clearly.

"You buried him yourself?" Headmaster Feng asked.

"Yes." Qiao Long replied.

"When I found Lin Jue, he had lost his primordial spirit and his seven spirits, and had begun to rot. Seeing that I couldn't take his body away, I buried him directly in the Qingling Valley forest."

Qiao Long's voice didn't fluctuate much, but Yu Zhao Xuehan was as cold as ice, making his whole body stiff.

Lin Jue... is dead?

Who was Lin Jue who appeared beside them?

Zhao Xuehan only felt a cold current surge from his abdomen, freezing his internal organs thoroughly.He involuntarily took two steps back into the painting, but a hand pressed his shoulder.

Wen Tiandong shook his head slightly, and held Zhao Xuehan's hand, as if trying to calm him down.

The two outside the picture were silent for a few moments.Headmaster Feng turned his head, and his eyes fell on the painting where Zhao Xuehan and the two were hiding.

"This 'Kongshanren Going Back' is a good imitation. It's just..." Headmaster Feng tapped the canvas lightly with his fingertips.Zhao Xuehan only saw a slender finger approaching the window, almost touching the tip of his nose.He couldn't help but wanted to hide back, but Wen Tiandong grabbed his shoulder firmly and told him not to move.

"...The artist added two more characters to the painting, and the artistic conception of the painting was lost." Feng Sect Master said lightly.Looking straight at the painting, it was as if he could meet Zhao Xuehan's eyes.

Zhao Xuehan trembled suddenly, and Wen Tiandong held him tightly.Wen Tiandong's hands are cold, I don't know if it's because of the misty rain in the painting, or other reasons.

Outside the picture, Qiao Long laughed and said, "The master still has time to study painting. I thought that a lot of bad things in this school would have tormented you to death."

"It's okay to look at it occasionally." Headmaster Feng smiled, looked away, and turned to look at Qiao Long.

"It's getting late, so I'll take my leave first." He said, "You should go to bed early too. We'll go back to the mountain together after the Winter Welcome Party is over tomorrow."

"Yes." Qiao Long extinguished the candle, and left the hall with the master.Before closing the door, Zhao Xuehan heard Headmaster Feng say this in a low voice.

"It would be great if everyone could go back."

The sound of the door banging disappeared, and the room was completely dark.After a while, Wen Tiandong let out a long breath when he could no longer hear footsteps.

"Let's go too." After he finished speaking to Zhao Xuehan, he dragged him to walk in the painting.

Zhao Xuehan only felt that the scenery around him was constantly changing, from misty mountains to green bamboo forests, until he came to a lotus pond. Wen Tiandong gently pushed his shoulder, and Zhao Xuehan fell out of the window in front of him and landed on the ground. on the ground.

He looked around, and he had already returned to the lobby of the Lin family.There is a painting hanging on the wall behind him, which is a lotus pond.

Wen Tiandong walked out of the painting.After he landed, he casually patted his clothes, and then pulled Zhao Xuehan in front of him.

"Did you hear what those two people said just now?" Wen Tiandong asked.There was a rare smile on his face.

Zhao Xuehan swallowed, and nodded slightly.

Wen Tiandong sighed slightly, and stroked Zhao Xuehan's hair. "I know you must be very scared now," he whispered, "but Lin Jue is fine. He won't harm you. Don't doubt him."

Zhao Xuehan looked at Wen Tiandong.The faint moonlight reflected his face pale into the paper, but it was still a gentle and amiable face that gave people a sense of trust for no reason.

"Who is he?" Zhao Xuehan asked.

"I can't say it." Wen Tiandong smiled helplessly, "He won't let me say it."

"...I think I should have guessed it." Zhao Xuehan whispered.

Wen Tiandong blinked. "If that's the case, that's great," he smiled, "I hope you didn't guess wrong."

Zhao Xuehan pursed her lips.Suspicions abounded in his heart, but he didn't know how to speak.The air around him was so cold that it made him shiver.

Wen Tiandong looked at him worriedly, and patted his cheek lightly. "I know you have a lot of doubts," he said softly, "don't worry. I, Yan Ke, we are all here, and nothing will happen to you."

Zhao Xuehan nodded slightly, then shook his head again.

"I don't know what the purpose of my existence is," he whispered.

Wen Tiandong's eyes flickered.

"That's up to you to find it yourself." He said softly.